Watashi wa anata no tame ni ikite imasu
The mood swings and the disappointed image,
Cold shoulder matched with torture glances;
Turmoil held within, mind afflicted with rage,
A sea of butterflies ready to take its trances…
No sweeter sound than the symphony of silence,
Or triumphant cheers after falling to defeat;
A face embossed with familiar void yet intense,
A similar trend resembling to a repeat…
A flashback of laters, tonights and tomorrows,
Given moments to just let go and move on;
Forgetting reasons why we reaped sorrows,
Putting them aside without chances of resolution…
Time will again pass, and there are lots more in store,
But like the life I have, they’re much worth to live for…
